‘It’s a Sunday’ Syndrome

Monday has officially started and what better to talk about than my hatred towards Sundays. ‘It’s a Sunday’ Syndrome is a real thing for people who have no clue what to do with their lives or have no idea what they are doing with it. I’ll explain. You don’t want me to? I’ll explain anyway.

When I was in school, Sunday evening would be the worst part of the week, the thought of going to sleep early, the thought of the struggle the next day to make friendly conversation with people in school, the thought of finishing starting your homework, the thought of those disappointed faces in teachers. The struggle was real and by the time the sun starts dusking, I start behaving like a sloth. Here, let me show you an adorable sloth.

Speaking of sloths, here are some unique characteristics the sloth family and I share:

1. We are the slowest mammals in existence and even when we walk on the ground, it is with the most awkward and unwieldy movements.
2. We are scaredy pants by birth and we Try our level best not to indulge in any frictions or fights with another living soul and our dull-like nature allows us to stay away invisible from the smart predators.
3. From the above said point number 2, do NOT take these mammals or me to be easy prey and take us for granted, since we do put up a fight in order to survive and we fiercely use our sharp front teeth and claws that can leave an impression(PUN PUN PUN) on you forever.

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4. We both are fantastic observers and even though I cannot rotate my head to a 270 degree, I use other techniques to be on alert and that way, we ensure to stay away from anything slightly socializing and interactive in real.
5. Like sloths, I’ve slow metabolism, which can let us survive on a bunch of leaves for days.
6. We have a tendency to sleep for more than 10 hours and still feel the need to save some more energy to do absolutely nothing.

Basically, a sloth and I are soul mates and I had the good fortune to meet a sloth in an aquarium when I visited Orlando. He/she never came out of its shelter even once, obviously I would have done the same if hundreds of strangers are trying to get a glimpse of me through a glass wall every single day. These sloth like behaviors along with a pit in the stomach and a sinking, drowning heart feeling was a every Sunday evenings routine, until I started for college. I would cling on to the dear life of my mom or dad every Sunday evening and will not let go of them the whole night. On that day, I become the most neediest and whiny creature ever lived on planet earth and I applaud my parents for putting up with that.

Now that I’ve grown up and become a married woman, you and I would have expected some change in me. Well, you cannot be more wrong my friends. After marrying Bigshot and coming to the US, I’ve become the most unbearable person to be around on a Sunday evening and if you don’t believe me, you can contact Bigshot, even though I highly doubt you can get hold of the guy due to his aversion for anything related to social media.

The mood on a Sunday evening in this household is so negative, even a positive blood type person can have a negative blood type in seconds. It always starts off with me looking into the sky and seeing the glorious sun finally calling it a day starts descending, while my stomach and heart starts sinking along with it, like Cinderella who just figured out that the clock has struck 12. I then start rolling around the ground and crying “why God, whyyyy” and Bigshot would try his best to calm my nerves. Then I cling on to him for the rest of the evening, not even letting him use the washroom. While clinging on to his soul, I would also try to bargain a deal of asking him to stay with me for the rest of the life doing absolutely nothing. That never works out either.

He obviously knows how to answer that question and make me smile, but the sad reality finally dawns on me and I learn to accept it. Even though lately, some part of me have started looking forward to a Monday when I can start writing ranting and to know that there are so many people who look forward to my silly blog. It’s a great feeling and I want to thank every single one of you who spent waste your time reading them. Virtual hugs, you crazy lovely people!!! 🙂